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Fantasy Towers Tuesday
Night Titans With Phil Stevens ans Steve Phillips November 7, 2006 Live from The Ford Center in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma |
| Steve:
Welcome everyone to Tuesday Night Titans! Its good to be back on the
air, it sucks to be the show everyone forgets when shit gets hectic
around here. Phil: Hold the phone for one sec.... Steve: What?? Phil: I guess we’re going out back… The scene cuts to the back parking lot as we see a black stretch limousine pull up. The driver gets out and makes his way around to open the door. Steve: Who is this? Phil: If you’d shut up, we’d find out. As the door opens we see a former SFT World Champion, the current SFT Television Champion and one half the SFT World Tag Team Champions, Cowboy Jack Jones step out of the car. Next is the ever so cocky, former SFT World Champion and five time SFT United States Champion, Johnny Legend. Following him is another former SFT World Champion, and former SFT United States Champion, Venom. The three men congregate outside the car and a few seconds later we see the former SFT United States Champion, Current other half of the SFT World Tag Team Champions, and Current SFT World Heavyweight Champion, Aidan Morag step out of the car. Steve: Elite Domination is in the house tonight, business could pick up here! The four men begin to walk towards the building, smiles and gold decorate the stable. Johnny Legend: So Aidan, Jones and I have chosen our sides for the Civil War, after all we’ve been through we cannot side against Shadow. Have you made a decision yet? Aidan: I think I have and by then end of tonight you will know what it is, as will the rest of the world. Venom: I think I have an idea on where this is going. Aidan: What about you, you haven’t chosen a side. Venom: You know I don’t fight anymore. I’m here for the stable, not to fight. Jones: We’ll we have other business to attend to tonight guys, let’s not forget it. The scene cuts back to Phil and Steve who are looking a little perplexed. Steve: What do those guys have up thier sleeves tonight? Phil: Well two of them have matches tonight and if Johnny Legend wins, that will add yet another title to Elite Domination and they will hold all but two titles. Steve: What is this.... Out
of the back walks Tito Cruz, holding a microphone. He struts down to
the ring, mocking the fans, receiving loud boos. He reaches the ring
and climbs up the steps. He stops on the apron for a moment, laughing
at the crowd. He climbs in through the middle ropes and makes a "shoo"
motion to the ring announcer. Cruz chuckles to himself when suddenly
the lights in the arena dim and then fade completely out. We can hear
the immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system:
"In Shawn We Trust." Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd boos even louder as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Silver pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. The gold strobes resume flashing about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a shiny, gold shirt - unbuttoned - and a pair of black sunglasses. He wears his usual ring attire of a pair of baggy, shiny, flashy, gold pants and black lace up wrestling boots. He has the SFT United States Championship slung over his right shoulder. Tito Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen prepare to be amazed... Allow me to introduce to you... Chris Chambers... And your SFT United States Champion... He is the best damn wrestler in this world and the next... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH!!!! Walsh raises his arms, posing on stage. He smirks and begins to walk down to the ring as Chris Chambers emerges from the back, following him. Walsh reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. Walsh chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses arrogantly once more, raising his arms with the United States title in his right hand. He jumps down and walks to the center of the ring. He flips the belt back over his shoulder and smirks up at Chambers. Walsh nods at Cruz and then takes the mic. from his agent. The crowd boos as the United States champ puts the mic. up to his mouth. Shawn Walsh: Everyone just shut your damn mouths. I've got something to say! The crowd boos louder. Walsh shrugs and waits for them to quiet. They finally stops. He scowls and continues. Shawn Walsh: About this civil war... Everyone wants to know what side I'm on.... ME! I know what you're all thinking... I know exactly where you think I'll end up. Well you know what? I want something. I want something around the waist of an undeserving man! I have an eight win streak and yet I keep getting booked against has beens and rookies! Fuck that! Shadow, you've been bugging me about what side I'm on? Get your ass out here so that I can tell you this, face to face! "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot blares over the pa as the owner walks out from the back, staring curiously at Walsh. Walsh glares back at him. Shawn Walsh: Listen up! I'm doing what's most definitely in my best interest! Shawn Walsh and my man, Chris Chambers here, are with you. JC: What?! RW: Ugh. Shawn Walsh: With us, there can be no defeat. I am one of the most amazing wrestlers to ever step foot in a ring and Chris well... He's a mammoth. We won't steer you wrong. JC: What a kiss ass. RW: Argh. JC: What does this mean for Civl War? RW: Ugh. Time for a break. Cut to commercial. |
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Match One Tyler Johnson vs Shawn Walsh (Standard Match)
RW: Welcome to Titans, we got
a rookie about to debut in SFT, we have high hopes for him.
Tyler is already in the ring, waiting. Out of the back
walks Tito Cruz, holding a microphone. He struts down to the ring,
mocking the fans, receiving loud boos. He reaches the ring and climbs
up the steps. He stops on the apron for a moment, laughing at the
crowd. He climbs in through the middle ropes and makes a "shoo" motion
to the ring announcer. Cruz chuckles to himself when suddenly the
lights in the arena dim and then fade completely out. We can hear the
immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system:
"I am the epitome of excellence." "In Shawn We Trust." Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd boos even louder as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Silver pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. The gold strobes resume flashing about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a shiny, gold shirt - unbuttoned - and a pair of black sunglasses. He wears his usual ring attire of a pair of baggy, shiny, flashy, gold pants and black lace up wrestling boots. He has the SFT United States Championship slung over his right shoulder. Tito Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen prepare to be amazed... From Los Angeles, California... The SFT United States Champion... He is the best damn wrestler in this world and the next... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH!!!! Walsh raises his arms, posing on stage. He smirks and begins to walk down to the ring as Chris Chambers emerges from the back, following him. Walsh reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. Walsh chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses arrogantly once more, raising his arms with the United States title in his right hand. He chuckles and strips himself of his shirt. He throws it - and his glasses - out of the ring and down to his bodyguard, Chris Chambers. He hands the United States Title to Tito Cruz as Tito pats him on the shoulder. Tito leaves to go backstage. Walsh sizes up Tyler as the bell rings. JC: And we’re off. Shawn Walsh lands a perfect drop kick, quickly he follows it up with an elbow drop and a leg drop. Walsh attempts a cover… 1… NO!! Johnson is able to kick out with ease. Steve: Walsh is getting a bit to cocky for his own good. Walsh quickly to his feet as is Tyler, Tyler swings with a right, Walsh is able to avoid the contact, Walsh follows with kick to the gut and drops Tyler in the center of the ring with a DDT. Walsh again covers… 1… 2… NO!!! Phil: Again, it’s to early to be covering. Come on Shawn, how the hell long have you been doing this? Walsh gets to his feet and brings Tyler with him, Walsh backs Tyler into the ropes and whips him across the ring, Tyler comes back and ducks a clothesline. Walsh turns face Tyler and is met a standing back kick to the gut. Tyler then hits a spinning round house kick to the face of Shawn Walsh. Tyler hooks Walsh and nails a gutwrench powerbomb. Tyler climbs the ropes and leaps off, connecting with a cross body. Tyler covers… 1… 2… NO!! Walsh is just barely able to kick out of that. Steve: What are wee seeing here. The “Great” Shawn Walsh being decimated by a rookie. Tyler back to his feet, drops a elbow to the throat of Walsh. Tyler now brings Walsh to his feet and sends him hard into the corner. Tyler follows him in and connects with a running clothesline!! Tyler hooks Walsh’s head and springboards off the ropes hitting a perfect springboard DDT. Tyler quick to his feet, he quickly climbs the ropes and leaps off connecting with a 450 splash! Tyler covers… 1… 2… 3!!! Phil: Its over!! Tyler did it, Tyler beat Shawn Walsh! I think our Champion has been the only other one to do that in recent memory. As Tyler is celebrating, Walsh makes it to his feet and connects with High Voltage as Tyler turns! Tyler is out cold in the ring. Steve: Rookie mistake coupled with an arrogant asshole. Winner:
Tyler Johnson
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As the ref is clearing the ring,
Elite Domination who has been sitting at the top of the ramp all night
makes thier way to the ring, four wide so that noone can get up the
ramp but through them. Tyler walks towards them and attemptts to
pass but Venom and Legend bump him and he backs away. Elite Domination
start to laugh as they allow him to pass and walk into the ring.
As the four of them stand in the ring, all eyes are on Shawn Walsh who refuses to get out of the ring. Chris Chamber enters and stands next to Walsh. Aidan grabs a microphone. AIdan: You know something kid, you've got some fucking balls. I have to admit, I admire your courage, or lack of brains, not sure which it is yet but it doesn't really matter. As for you, what's your name? Chris? Bitch? Lacky? Whatever it is, if I were you I'd stand aside. Chambers takes a step towards Aidan making a fist, Venom Legend and Jones all take steps forward as well. Walsh stops Chambers from taking another step. Aidan: Smart move there Walsh. That is the smartest thing you've done to date. Now on to business. Aidan runs hiss right hand across the SFT World Title sittin on his left shoulder. Aidan: I think you're looking for this. I mean you've made no bones about it, you have an lengthy win streak,, you deserve better matches. Blah blah blah. Get this through your head little man. The only reason you carry that title right there is because I gave it to you. I weas told by Shadow I was going to get my World Title match against Dark Wolf, and that if I won I would have to give up my United States title. Knowing full well that I was going to beat Wolf boy, I took the loss against you. So you have me to thank for that title. On paper you annd are tied, one and one. Don't think for a second that it means you are on my level. You're and over rated hasbeen Walsh. Get over it. You want a shot at my title, here's what I'll do for you. I talked to the man upstairs about everything and I have a way for you to get your shot. Next week, Shawn Walsh, the United States Champion, takes on Amy Jo Smyth, the Intercontinental Champion, title verse title. Win that match and then, and only then, will I consider putting my ttitle on the line against you. Shawn grabs the mic from Aidan. Shawn Walsh: Who the fuck do you think you are making matches? You don't have the power to makjes the matches. You know what, since you're afraid to fight me and this seems to be the only way to get what I want, I'll do it. Once I takje out that bitch though, watch yourself Aidan, watch yourself. Walsh drops the mic as he and Chambers head out of the ring. Elite Domation watch as Walsh and Chambers make it up the ramp and backstage. The greatest stable in SFT then heads up themselves. Steve: That's a huge announcement. Shawn Walsh vs Amy Jo Smyyth next week!! |
| Justin Paige and Reno Destiny are
sitting in the backstage area in street clothes drinkin some gatoraid. Reno: this Civil War thing is heating up. I have been going around and alot of people are choosing sides already Justin: Yeah man what do you think we should do? Reno looks puzzled, putting his index finger over his lips. Reno: Well I am a firm believer in the seperatist movement. This place needs a new look anyway, hell thats why I came back to the ring remember Justin: You are right. I honestly don't know what II'm going to do man but maybe for the team the seperatist is the way to go. What can having a new SFT do tho? Reno: Well for right now it doesn't matter what the new SFT can do, we have to get there first. I'll have to talk to the guy that came up with it first. On another note, what are we going to do here? I'm Looking at Tag Team Gold myself brother. Two figures walk passt them holding the SFT World Tag Team Championships Reno: Who were those cock a tues? Justin: The SFT World Tag Team Champions,you have been gone awhile huh? I think we better focus on the task at hand, let's not get out of control just yet. Reno: What? Justin: All that weight loss get to your head. Reno: I didn't lose that much weight, did I? Reno looks around himself. Reno: Ahh well, I need to find Allisa Justin: WHOA WHOA WHOA, for what? Reno: Shut your jealous ass up, I don't want Allisa, well... Justin looks at reno. Reno: Every time we team back up your always chasing behind a girl. FOCUS, Civil War on our hands. Limbs flying everywhere, sky fallling, The Tag Team Champions gettin what they deserve. Reno crosses his arms with his hands open. Paige does the same, both hitting a high five. Reno: I'm gettin outta here, on my way to Chuckie Cheese to take lil' kids' chucky tokens. |
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Match
Two Jason
Jackson vs. Johnny Legend STEVE: Time now for our one and only Championship contest of the evening as we see a man who has done pretty much all there is to do in SFT, Johnny Legend, challenging Jason Jackson for the Hardcore Championship. PHIL: This one will, of course, be fought under Hardcore rules, which means no DQ’s, no count outs, and essentially anything goes. STEVE: I’m expecting a great match here from two of the most talented guys on the SFT roster today, so let’s send this one up to Amanda Summers and see if this match lives up to all of our expectations. AMANDA SUMMERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with no time limit, and will be contested under ‘Anything Goes’ rules for the Strike Fantasy Towers Hardcore Championship. Introducing first, the challenger. He weighed in tonight at 250lbs, and hails from Fire Island, New York. He is a member of Elite Domination, and is an SFT Grand Slam Champion, JOHNNY LEGEND!!! The opening notes of ‘Creep’ by Radiohead slowly fade onto the PA System, accompanied by the words which every SFT knows oh-so-well by now: ‘Bow Down, Blockheads!’ Pyrotechnics explode right across the entrance stage, and as the residual smoke slowly clears, Johnny Legend makes his way out into the arena, clad in his trademark purple trunks and jacket. Legend pauses briefly at the top of the ramp, soaking up the mixed reaction from the crowd, before slowly making his way down the aisle towards the ring. Upon reaching the ring, he climbs slowly up the steps and through the ropes, and moves to the middle of the ring as more pyrotechnics blast off from all four corners. As the smoke from those clears, Legend removes his ring jacket and tosses it to a ringside staff member before leaning nonchalantly against one set of turnbuckles as his music fades away and he awaits the arrival of his opponent. PHIL: Johnny Legend, looking as cocky and confident as always, but you can bet dollars to donuts that Jason Jackson won’t want to give up that Hardcore belt without a fight. AMANDA SUMMERS: Now introducing his opponent, and the defending Hardcore Champion, he hails from… Summers abruptly finds herself cut off in mid-sentence by the world-famous opening riff of Guns N’ Roses ‘Welcome To The Jungle’ exploding from the PA System. PHIL: What the hell? That ain’t Jason Jackson’s music! STEVE: No shit, Sherlock! As Legend waits in the ring with a confused look on his face, the attention of the capacity crowd turns away from the ring and to the entrance stage, where SFT’s Commissioner, the legendary ‘Franchise’ himself, Christian Cage is standing. Cage is, as always, immaculately attired in a black Armani suit, worn tonight with a plain white open-neck shirt, and of course, his ever-present Fossil-brand sunglasses. Cage has a microphone in his left hand, and we can see the SFT Hardcore Championship belt gleaming over his right shoulder. There is no sign of the cane we have seen Cage using in recent weeks after the knee injury he suffered at the hands (or more exactly, the foot) of Shawn Walsh, but he still seems to be limping slightly as he paces back and forth at the top of the entrance ramp. CHRISTIAN CAGE: Cut the music! Cut the damn music! As per Cage’s request, his music fades away and he stops pacing, focusing his attention solely on Johnny Legend as he once again raises the microphone to his lips: CHRISTIAN CAGE: Don’t go soiling yourself Johnny boy, I ain’t here to kick your ass like I usually do. In fact, I got a little gift for you. PHIL: What the hell is he talking about? More to the point, where is Jason Jackson? STEVE: Are you seriously telling me you’d rather be watching a no-mark like Jackson than a bona fide legend like Christian Cage? PHIL: Much like these fans, I was hoping to see a Hardcore Title match tonight. STEVE: Well, judging by your looks, I guess you must be more than used to disappointment by now. As this exchange is going on Cage is making his way down the ramp, never for a second taking his eyes off of Legend. Once he reaches the ringside area, he climbs the steps and joins Johnny in the ring. CHRISTIAN CAGE: Now Johnny, as even an idiot like you can surely figure out, I ain’t Jason Jackson. I mean, for a start, I’m actually good-looking, not to mention talented and charismatic. Point is though that Jackson ain’t here tonight, apparently he has a medically-certified case of ‘Pussy-itis’, which precludes him from wrestling. Now, it’s by no means certain when, or even if, he’ll be fit enough to return to the ring, so with that in mind, the SFT Board Of Directors have authorised me to hand the Hardcore Title over to you here tonight. As he says this, Cage slides the belt off of his shoulder and holds it out to Legend, who eventually takes it, although he does seem a little suspicious of the whole thing. CHRISTIAN CAGE: OK Johnny, you got your belt, now get the hell out of my ring because I got more important things than you to discuss here tonight. Legend, understandably annoyed by Cage’s disrespect, snatches the mic away from the Commissioner: JOHNNY LEGEND: Who do you think you are to talk to me like that? You’re just a washed-up old man with a bum knee. I’ll leave the ring when it damn well suits me to, not when you tell me to. CHRISTIAN CAGE (snatching the mic back): As for who I think I am, I think I’m the damn Commissioner of SFT, and as for you leaving the ring, you can either do it of your own volition, or I can have security do it for you. Make no mistake though Johnny, I may have a bum knee, but I’m still the last guy you wanna get on the wrong side of, especially when I explain to the whole wide world my main reason for being here tonight. I’m gonna offer you one last chance Johnny, take your belt and walk out while you can. Legend, apparently deciding that it’s better for him to quit while he’s ahead and save himself for another day, slides out of the ring and walks backwards up the ramp, eying Cage with a look of suspicion with every step he takes. CHRISTIAN CAGE (to Amanda Summers): Hey you, little Ring Announcer girl, do your damn job and announce the new Hardcore Champion before I decide to announce that we need a new Ring Announcer for next week. AMANDA SUMMERS: Ladies and Gentlemen, your NEW Strike Fantasy Towers Hardcore Champion, JOHNNY LEGEND!!! PHIL: OK, so the Hardcore Title match is off, but that still doesn’t answer the question of what Christian Cage is doing here tonight. He said something about explaining to the world… STEVE (interrupting): Yeah, and if you would shut up for more than a second at a time, we might actually get to hear him do just that. CHRISTIAN CAGE: Now, with the boring shit out of the way, let’s get onto the main reason that I’ve chosen to spend my Tuesday night in the company of you inbred morons. As even people of your limited intellect are surely aware, I’ve found myself being the talk of the town around here in SFT lately. While all around me are rushing to pick their sides for this little Civil War, one man has stuck to his principle of not giving a shit about either side, and believe you me, it has caused holy hell back there in the locker room, particularly with a certain individual who I’m gonna address in just a moment. You see, I was originally pretty happy to just sit this one out on the sidelines with a Coke and a bucket of popcorn, watching as the whole damn roster ripped itself to pieces, but someone couldn’t seem to accept that idea. Yeah Harold, I’m talking about you. See, the self-proclaimed ‘Most Controversial Man In SFT’ got a bug up his butt about the whole thing, he got all pissed that I wasn’t playing the game, and so he’s spent the last few days trying every damn trick in the book to get me to pick a side, to try to get me to fall into like right along with everyone else. Don’t think I don’t know your game Harold, all those e-mails, all those Staff memos where you were taking shots at me like someone trying to start a goddamn flame war on the Internet or something, don’t think I don’t know what you were trying to accomplish. You were just trying to piss me off enough that I’d pick a side, any side, just to get the chance at kicking your ass personally. You wanted me to follow you and Shadow like the rest of the sheep around here. Guess what kid, it so nearly worked. There was a point a couple days ago where I honestly thought about doing what you wanted to get you to shut the hell up, but then I had myself a better idea. I figured on a way to involve myself in the war and get myself a chance to shut you up, yet still keep you pissed off that I wasn’t on one side or the damn other. In other words, a perfect solution for me, and so agonizingly close to one for you that it must hurt like hell, which makes it all the better for me. Ironic thing is that it was your ally Shadow who gave me the solution, although he didn’t realise it at the time. See, when Shadow appointed me as SFT’s Commissioner, he gave me the power to make any match I wanted, at any time I wanted, between any two people I wanted, and he also gave me the right to name anyone I liked as a referee for any given match. You see where I’m going with this Harold? See, I figured this war needed a little law and order, a little enforcement, and who better to do it than me?...I can just imagine Harold sitting watching this somewhere with a look of total horror on his face as he realises exactly what the implications of HIS actions are. See, instead of this war being a straight fight between two teams, there’s now a 3rd party involved and whether Harold or anybody else likes it or not, it’s that 3rd party who is gonna have himself a fucking huge say in the way this war pans out. Right up until a moment or so ago, I figure Shadow thought he had this all under control. After all, even those who are on the opposing side to him are pretty much playing by his rules and subject to his terms by their very participation in the event. Suddenly though, you got someone putting himself into the mix who doesn’t give a shit for Shadow’s rules or for anyone else’s, and couldn’t give two shits or a fuck which side wins in the end. Admit it, if any of you had your grand plans screwed up like that, you’d be pissed off too, but that just makes it all the more damn fun for me. Don’t get me mistaken though, just because I’m making this move for the sole purpose of pissing Harold off, by putting myself so close to, yet so far from, what he wanted me to do, that doesn’t mean that I’m biased against Harold’s team. I will say this now, and I except every fucking member of both sides to damn well listen up and listen good: I will play fair by you, whatever side you’re on, just so long as you play fair by me. If you piss me off, or try to screw with me, then I guarantee you that the consequences of your actions will go a long way beyond this war, and you will fucking regret doing so until the day they lay you 6 feet under. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from hating you Harold, and I will make you one promise on an individual basis (Cage removes his sunglasses as he says this, and looks straight into the camera): As sure as there is a hole in my ass, I will see to it that, by the end of this war, and whether your team wins or loses, you will be down on your fucking knees praying to whatever God or higher power you might believe in for a chance to go back in time just far enough to allow me to stay neutral like I wanted in the first place. Pissing me off and forcing me into making this choice was about the worst damn move you could have made, and you are damn well going to live to ‘enjoy’ the consequences of what you’ve done. Any blood that I spill in the course of this is on your damn hands, because you did this, not me. You might call yourself ‘The Most Controversial Man in SFT’ right now, but trust me bitch-tits, you ain’t seen fucking nothing yet, now hit my damn music! At this, Cage throws the mic to the floor, puts his glasses back on and heads back across the ring towards the steps before leaving the ring and heading back up the ramp, still with a slight limp on his left knee. STEVE: What a blockbuster announcement from our Commissioner! I think this Civil War just got a whole lot hotter now that ‘The Franchise’ has put himself firmly in the middle of it all and pretty much dared anyone on either side to take a shot. PHIL: Given the run-ins that Cage has had with people over the course of his career, you can pretty much guarantee that there are a whole lot of people on both sides of the divide who won’t be exactly thrilled a this announcement. STEVE: There were enough combustible elements in this to start with, but I think the whole mix just exploded with what Cage just said, and you can bet that the repercussions will be felt and spoken about right across SFT in the weeks to come. Winner and new SFT Hardcore Champion:
Johnny Legend
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Main EventPhil: Yeah but nothing is on the line here. Steve: Actually there is a lot on the line here. Amy Jo and her stable have desperately been trying to take out Elite Domination the past few weeks. Phil: You have a point there, and after what they did to Aidan at Devils Night when he won the world title, this could get interesting. Amanda Summers: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, this is the main event of the evening. Introducing first, a member of the First Ladies, and the SFT Intercontinental Champion, AMY JO SMYTH. The lights lower and “London Bridge (Southern Charm Remix)” by Fergie begins. Red police lights begin flashing everywhere and spot lights move all over the crowd like search lights. Amy Jo steps out onto the stage and throws her arms up. She races down to the ring, wasting no time, and slides in. Steve: She looks amped. “Number One Spot” by Ludacris plays over the loud speaker as the lights dim and red and green pyros shoot through the arena. Seconds later we see Cowboy Jack Jones emerge through the curtains and stand a top the ramp. Over his left shoulder is the SFT World Tag Team Championship and the other shoulder bears the SFT Television Championship. Soon after him, Venom and Johnny Legend walk out behind him. Legend sporting his newly won SFT Hardcore Title over his right shoulder. Last but not least Aidan Morag makes his presence known wearing the SFT World Heavyweight Championship over his left shoulder and his World Tag Team Title over his right one. Amanda Summers: And her opponent, accompanied to the ring by Elite Domination he is the current Television Champion and one half of the World Tag Team Champions, COWBOY JACK JONES! Once ED has made it to the ring Jones hands his gold to Venom who places them on his shoulders. Phil: What the hell do they need to be out here for, didn’t we give them enough air time already? Steve: I guess not, when you’re the Champ you get whatever you want. The bell sounds and this match is underway as Amy charges right after Jack Jones nailing him with a rushing forearm. This sends Jones reeling into the corner, Amy follows him in and whips him across the ring. Quickly she rushes after him, Jones bounces off the turnbuckles and Amy is there delivering a perfectly executed drop kick to the back of the head. Amy pops to her feet and runs across the ring, as she springs off the ropes Venom is there to trip her as she falls flat on her face. Phil: This is going to be ridiculous. Steve: She is getting what she deserves my friend. Jones and Amy get back to their feet at the same time. Amy attempts to throw a punch but Jones blocks it and delivers a right of his own. Amy attempts to retaliate, but is blocked once again. Jones delivers three consecutive punches to the face of Amy Jo. Jones kicks Amy in the gut and hits a tilt-a-whirl slam!!! Jones covers… 1… 2… NO!! Amy kicked out of that with ease. Phil: Going to take more than that little man. As the ref is making sure Jones and Amy get to their feet, Legend climbs up on the apron. Amy charges to spring off the ropes again but this time she is caught in the back of the head with a boot from Legend. Amy drops to the mat and Jones quickly jumps to the top ropes. Jones flies off the ropes attempting a moonsault, but Amy rolls over and Jones misses. Amy grabs Jones and rolls him up…. 1… 2…
3!!!
Steve: Against the odds she picked up the win!! Phil: Yeah, now let’s see here get out of the ring. Winner: Amy Jo Smyth
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| Titans Closing Amy is looking for a place to go As
Venom and Aidan join Legend on the apron, all have different sides of
the ring. As Amy is facing Venom, Jones gets to his feet and dropkicks
Amy sending her right into the arms of Venom. Venom climbs over the top
rope holding onto her throat. All members of Elite Domination are now
in the ring. Venom looks at Aidan who tells him to go ahead. Venom
shoves her head between his legs and hits his Deliverance! Jones comes
off the top ropes with a swanton bomb! Legend picks up her limp legs
and locks in the Legendary!!
Steve: This is disgusting, some one get out here and do something about this. “My Plague” by Slipknot hits the arena as Page Michaels makes his way to the entrance way. Page: Hey, Aidan, Venom, and the rest of you, get the hell out of my ring. Who the hell do you guys think you are. Venom grabs a mic from Amanda. Venom: Well if it isn’t my good old friend Page Michaels. What brings you out here tonight Page. Does it hurt you when little whores get what’s coming to them? Page: Don’t taunt me Venom, I’ll be down there and whooping your ass faster than you know it. Aidan snags the mic from Venom. Aidan: Listen here bitch. There is still a few minutes of air time left and being as I am the damn World Champion, I’m using those minutes myself. Get the fuck out of here, I have business to discuss. Page: Say what you have to, cause I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here and if she is touched again,, there will be some hell to pay. Aidan: Whatever floats you man. The bitch don’t want you any way, she a fucking dyke. Maybe she’ll like Chris Cage then, who knows? But any way. Aidan paces around the ring a bit, adjusting the title over his shoulder as he goes. Aidan: All week I have been bothered, pestered, annoyed, with the same damn question. “Aidan, what side are you on?” Up until late last night I was unsure of what to do. I mean I could do the easy thing and join this group of rebels who want to “make some changes” here in SFT. I could also do what everyone expects me to and take the side of Shadow. This hasn’t been that easy of a decision to make. I mean on one hand, there are a bunch of former World Champions and young stars in the making. On the other side there is a bunch of washed up has beens. I am not one for splitting shit up, so here is my choice, the rest of ED has chosen Shadow, and so have I. I am not doing this because I feel I have to as World Champion. I am doing this because it is what I believe is right. Shadow has done more than any one man could ever do to keep his federation alive. The man deserves some damn respect around here. I’d side with Shadow over the like of The First Lady’s, Justin Paige, and Connor MacDaddy any day. Separatists, or whatever you want to call yourselves theses days, the balance just shifted!. Aidan paces the ring once more, noticing that Amy is still in the ring. He looks at Legend… Aidan: Why is this Ho still in my ring? Get rid of her. Legend Picks up Amy Jo as Jones hands Aida a chair. Aidan swings and nails her in the face with the chair, sending her crashing to the mat unconscious. Elite Domination quickly rolls out of the ring and disappears up the ramp as Page slides in the ring to check on Amy. |
| Credits Opening:Page/ Shawn Walsh Match One:Harold/ Page Segment One: Page Michaels Match Two: Christian Cage Segment Two: Christian Cage Segment Three: Page Michaels Main Event:Page Michaels Closing Segment: Page Michaels |
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